Family and power forced us—we had to. That was the truth no one wanted to hear. The Malfoy name carried weight, and Voldemort knew how to use it, twisting loyalty into obligation and fear into obedience. Draco was pushed forward, tested and watched, while I was kept close, silent, a reminder of what failure cost. We did not join because we believed. We joined because survival demanded it, and in a world ruled by terror, choice was a luxury we were never given.